The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-09-23

Widows Adonis."
"PslIaw!" muttered Carnforth, as he
watched the trio. II suppose MS
money is the attraction"
"Of course it is You don't think
any woman would admire his looks,
do vou?" retorted Maitland, squarlng
his broad shoulders and arranging the
gurdenia in his huttonhole. "W omen
are always merCenary," he added,
with sigh.
He had only a couple OF hundred a
year and his pay. A good matri-
monial venture would have set him
firmly on his financial feet again, for
it would have enabled him to bid de-
fiance to a certain Jew mOney-Iender
who held more of his 'paper' than he
cared to think Of. Besides, he really
admired Mrs. SOmers, add 1t enraged
him to see her show this marked pref
erence for Brandon.
Meanwhile TIE latter. in serene un-
consciousness of the wrath he was
rOusing in two manly bOsOms, was
thoroughly enjoying himself. The old
adage did not hold good for once; he
found three excellent company. He
admired both his fair companions,
and their all but open rivalry lent a
delightful piQuanCy to their CONVERSE
ton. Each was so ANXIOUS to out
! shine the other that their talk was
almost brilliant, and little tItz
was kept well amused. Like many
men who are not remarkable tor wit,
he admired women who could sklIltul-
l.. ,,,, EIo+ ,-1C-tinl yv foV,,ninl yUaoI-
on, the tongue; nothing charmed HIM
more than q ready retOrt or a neat
epigram; and even satire, ifnOt leveled
against himself, pleased him.
That morning both ladies had hoped
to secure him tor an hours chat; it was
unfortunate that the hopes OF both
should be fulfilled and yet battied.
Minna wished to havehim all to her
self; it was really most prOvokingthat
CIementina's wishes Clashed with hers.
care you going to Mrs. EatOn's this
afternoon? asked the latter, in the soft
Iisping tones her friends stigmatized
"absurdIy affected" but which man.
people thought charming.
"Yes-that is ii you and Mrs. Des-
mond will be there" replied h egallant
little man promptly.
Mrs. SOmer's blue eyes Clouded.
This was not all what she wanted.
Minna's face frightened; evidently
Brandon did not care much for dear
Clementina's society.
Eyes, IshaIl certainly CO." she said,
shedding her brightest smile on Fitz.
81 thought, C~lementina, you meant to
drive out to Richmond to call on our
Lady Nerryweather," she added
sweetly, at the same time darling a
half-de6ant glance GRO at Clemen-
tina.
ITO Richmond" echoed the other,
arching her delicate eyebrows; "the
dust would be simply intolerable, and
old Lady Merryweather is my aver
sion. Besides | never like to miss one
of Mrs. Eaton's matinees. You know
now | dote on music"
"What a fib!" thought Minna. 81
don't believe she knows Rule Britain
MIA from the Dead March in Saul"
But she made no audiable remark,
and the three arranged to meet later
at Mrs. Eaton's.
Clementina had achar ming little
house in Park street, and she prided
herself greatly on the artistic ar
rangement of her rooms. Her estab-
lishment was small, but the servants
were admirably drilled and kept up
to the mark by a young lady-a
cousin-who acted as a sort Of hum
BILE companion to the fair widow.
Indeed, much of the credit Mrs. Som
ers received for perfect taste, both in
personal and household adornment,
should have been placed othis young
lady's account.
On returning from her matutinal
airing in the Row, Qeme.ftina was not
In the best of tempers, and Mary Grey
had rather a bad time of it. Every
thing was wrong; the outlets at lunch.
con were pronounced uncatable, the
claret corked, the flowers faded, and
the lap.dog's condition anything but
what it should be.
Fortunately Mary had the command
or temper proper to a dependent and
poor relation; she listened to all the
reports in silence and with eyes meek
ly downcast, and afterward went
through her customary duty Of dress
ing her patroness, for Mrs. Somers
kept no maid; Mary was more skilful
and SO much cheaper than the ordi-
nary run of Abigails; without evincing
a scintilla OF the wrath that was
smouldering in her bosom.
But when the lady had departed, ar.
rayed in full war-paint and feathers,
al the irreverent Miss Grey put it, the
humble companion performed a sort
OF pas d'extass round the room, look
ed at herself in the glass-she was
very pretty, for her grey
eyes we're wonderfully bright and
expressive, and her complexion was
simply periect-shook her fist at the
lap-dog, sang a snatch Of q popular
French ~chansonette, and finally sub
sided into the most comfortable easy
chair in the room, and drew from her
pocket q letter, which she read more
than once.